Lamu Island
Lamu Island. Lamu town is on the easternmost corner |
So after several days of exploring the
Naivasha area, watching the animals, and schmoozing with the British retirees, we
took a change of scenery and headed for the coast. Destination: Lamu Island.
First was another road trip back to
Nairobi, to the airport. One aspect of
life in Nairobi that I found remarkable (at least, as viewed from the road) was
all the foot traffic. All up and down
the highway, thousands of pedestrians where evidently commuting to work. Some of these pedestrians were WAY out in the
middle of nowhere. How far were they
walking, I wondered? I suppose they have
few alternatives.
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On board the dhow. Ah, life is good! |
On Lamu Island, motor vehicles are not
allowed. The primary mode of
transportation is via water vessels. So
as we and the other passengers exited the tiny airport, we walked straight down
the walkway directly to the boat dock, where there waited our charter boat and its
crew. There is nothing quite like
getting off an airplane and walking straight to your waiting boat!
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My wife and sailing companion |
Dhows have sailed these waters for
centuries. It was rather spartan,
compared to the yachts I've sailed on, but it would be our home for the next
day. The crew consisted of Capt. Elias
and his two assistants, who would sail the boat and prepare all of our meals.
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Our very own island, all to ourselves! |
We shoved off from the airport dock and
headed northbound up a narrow channel for a few miles. Our destination was a coral reef at the mouth
of the bay. It was a most pleasant and
relaxing journey, featuring lots of sun, interesting scenery, and copious quantities
of drinks!
The coral reef had an amazing diversity
of color, and lots of big submerged boulders to swim around. But actually, there was not a lot of fish down
there.
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Kate & Emily as the sun sinks low |
The sun sank low, and we settled in for
the night as the boat rocked gently. The
water came up to the dunes on the island.
Tidal currents ripped past the dhow.
Night fell, and the sky was ablaze with stars. The Milky Way shined clearly. An hour later, the full moon rose. Beautiful beyond description!
In the middle of the night, I awoke to
the strange sensation that the rocking motion had completely stopped. I looked - all the water was gone! We were high and dry! This place has, like, eight-foot tides. Clearly, I am not in the Gulf of Mexico.
Come daybreak, the tide had reversed and
all the water came back. Whew! Elias and crew pulled up the anchor and we
headed back down the narrow channel we had traversed yesterday, past the dock
at the airport, past the village of Lamu, and anchored at the beach across from
the town of Shela, for some more fun and relaxation.
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Girls on the foredeck |
Capt. Elias and crew prepared some
incredible meals for us aboard the dhow.
It was amazing that they accomplished this, considering that the
"galley" consisted of nothing more than a charcoal grill, some
cutting boards, an ice chest, and a handful of utensils. It was fun having the dhow as our home boat,
especially when the wind was favorable and we would go under sail power
alone. But if you come to Kenya and plan
on spending a day or two aboard a dhow, here are some things to be sure to
bring along:
·
toilet paper
·
napkins
·
eating utensils
·
towel
·
lightweight cover for sleeping, and a small
pillow
And of course, in this tropical
environment one should always have sunscreen and a broad-brimmed hat.
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